Lord of the traveller, you are indeed a divine companion to those who cruise on the highway of life. All throughout the journey, you provide facilities better than those I pay for on the North-South Highway.

In the midst of hours of driving, you provide water to quench my thirst. And unlike the overpriced water I pay for at the Restoran Jejantas, your water is fresh and springs up from the fountain of life. Unlike the water sold there which merely causes me to need one more drink later on at another kawasan perhentian, I drink your water and I thirst no more.

Unlike those authorities who build me a highway promising a comfortable travel, and yet make me feel absolutely cheated when I get caught in several traffic congestions on the highway and when I find potholes and uneven patches all over at almost every stage of my journey, you build me a smooth highway made of gold that shows the abundant generosity of your being.

Unlike those guys who hide behind bushes and wait to pounce on me when I speed just so they can offer mercy in exchange for some duit kopi, your mercy is like an honest traffic policeman who, in all kindness, says “Go and speed no more”.

Unlike the public toilets at the stopovers that offer me relief at the pungent detriment of my nasal sense, the relief you offer is total and has no pungent side effects.

Right before me, amidst the potholes and stinking toilets and traffic policemen squatting behind bushes, I see an astounding backdrop of hills placed there by your very hand. I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my toll fare come from? My toll fare comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth.

Surely, your goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life on the highway. I and my fellow travellers shall worship you on the highway in one Accord.